| Logs |
2009 June 21
| When The Bough Breaks |
| Realms |
Retired
| Reality Fault |
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| Realms: Bough Logs |
Fourth Movement, Third Verse
The city remains quiet for the moment as midnight, and MIkal's puja, passes. The faint cackling of vultures can be heard in some of the city's roosts still as the stars turn serenely overhead, with Polaris stationary. After a time, Vhibishasa says softly, "We can rest here until Dawn, or we can continue on, as you wish."
Norris feels strange, in the wake of the puja. Discomfited, even though he felt what he did was right. He looks askance at Mikal. "Ah, guess ahm...good t' go, iffn ya wanna."
Mikal tilts her head inquiringly at Vibhashasa, still feeling glowy with pleasure from the energy of the ritual, "Which would be more comfortable for you?"
Jareth clears his throat and says, "I would like to stay, if we can."
Mikal nods to Jareth, "All right." She looks back at the rakshasa, "Is that all right with you?"
Vhibishasa shakes his head to Mikal. "I am comfortable either way. I have gone for many days without sleep before when the situation warranted it. And if you feel time is of the essence, it is not really a push at all to go forward." At Jareth's preference, though, he nods, "Very well. If you do not mind, I'd like to rest, then. My brother is most definitely not known for his sloth, but he does say that one should get sleep whenever one can; one does not know when one will be able to rest again."
Norris nods. "Yer brother issa wise fella."
Jareth nods, then clears his throat, "Do you think we'll have time to work with the vajra?"
Mikal smiles at that -- it sounds very much like what little she knows of Ravana -- and murmurs, "All right. Let's curl up out of the way, in shelter."
Vhibishasa nods, smiling to Jareth. "I can do so, yes, certainly. We will find some shelter, respectful of the city's prior inhabitants, first."
Jareth nods quietly.
Norris's brow knits. "Yew think there's some concern o'that? S'not like they needs th' space, or that we's gonna tear down holy art, annay."
Mikal murmurs quietly to Norris, as she gathers her stuff togehter and heads for the path downwards, "Visitors do not sleep in the temple unless it is dangerous outside, Bear."
Vhibishasa lets Mikal answer Norris, as he begins to descent from the trimurti temples at the top of the central pedistal.
Norris's head tilts. "Whysat? Issit a religious thang?"
Mikal smiles at Norris over her shoulder, "It's a courtesy thing, Bear. If I simply walked into your house while you were away, treating it like my own... wouldn't that be rude? The deities are not currently present, but their energy is -- and we have not been invited in."
Norris considers that. "Spose you're right."
Jareth is quieter than normal as he follows the others out of the temple.
Mikal giggles, "Happens sometimes!" She pads lightly after the rakshasa, feeling rather ebullient. The energy flow during the ritual was quite lovely!
Vhibishasa leads the group down to the rim of the plateau, the edge of Sumaru. The city appears to be oriented roughly circumferentially, wheels of streets within wheels. But almost all of the buildings seem to face either the pedistal in the center, or the Mirror, and in the city's heyday it must have been a fantastic view either way. But it is quiet, now, and Vhibishasa finds the group a small public garden or cloister with a small, clean spring of water. It is atop a small hill, lending a nice view of the surrounding city buildings, and it pleasantly lit by the soft, silver illumination that suffuses throughout.
Mikal settles relaxedly, tucking herself out of habit under sheltering underbrush. She's not really sleepy, but this will give the rakshasa time to rest and to teach Jareth.
Norris looks around. "Slept in worse places. " he murmurs to himself.
Norris admires the local flora as he helps set up camp.
Vhibishasa takes some time to show Jareth how to use the vajra. It is deceptively simple, yet also elegant in its own way. Using it takes some getting used to; throwing the small bolts of lightning that it uses requires a throwing motion, but one has to remember not to throw the vajra as well at the same time. Vhibishasa also notes that there are mantras and tattwas which enhance the power of vajras, but they are specific to each such weapon.
They manage to keep collateral damage to a mininum, using a large rock for a target. A few bolts do go wide now and then, making a few of the vultures leap up out of their roosts, cackling irritably. What is of much greater notice is the whoomph, whoomph, whoomph of huge wings, audible from the other side of the city, as something huge and feathery and distinctly vulture like but still huge wings it's way, equally startledly/irritably, up from whatever roost it had been sleeping in.
Vhibishasa blinks. "That's... that's a roc. I thought they were extinct."
Mikal stands up hastily to get a better look, "Wow! Almost like an Anzu Bird!"
Norris looks for the origin of the noise. "Whut's a roc, sir?" he asks politely, not recognizing the term. he looks sidelong at Mikal. "A bird? Sounds like an awful large bird."
Mikal nods, trying hard to see through the darkness, "'Tis, Bear. The Anzu Bird is sacred."
Jareth follows the rakshasa's gaze, eyes wide with amazement. The word nudges against his mind like he's heard it before and he is amazed with the creature.
Norris hnhs. "Spect it's not a good idee t' go huntin' fer one, then."
Vhibishasa says quietly, watching the huge vulture as it slowly flaps around the pedistal, "Not unless you have a lot of friends with you to help..."
Mikal sighs a bit wistfully as she can't pierce the darkness, then turns to grin at Norris, "Not unless you feel like feeding it, or are favored of Inanna!"
Mikal gives the rakshasa a rather shocked look, "You'd hunt them?! But -- but aren't they related to the -- the, um... darnit, what's it calle- ah! The Garuda Bird?"
Norris looks rueful. "Not last tahme I checked, ah wuzn't. An ah dun think ahm up t' findin giant worms fer a giant bird t' eat."
"Well, long, long ago we would. It is one of the things the Raksasha do, after all. Not that any of the hunts were successful, mind you...."
Mikal giggles at Norris, "Not worms, silly -- yourself!"
Mikal gives the rakshasa a stern look, "You got yourselves killed doing that, didn't you!"
Norris's brow knits. "Rocs eat people? Buh. Yeah, ah stays away from that."
Mikal murmurs absently to Norris -- she's still staring at Vhibashasa with her hands on her hips -- "Think they preferred elephants, actually." She raises an expectant eyebrow at the rakshasa.
Vhibishasa looks sheepish. "Ah... less-wise -- some would say 'foolish' or 'moronic' -- raksasha saw it as a challenge. I did not say it was a smart thing to do."
Mikal hmfs, folding her arms, "Well, at least you know better than to try hunting them just now, yes?"
The roc completes its slow circumnavigation of the pedistal, and alights upon one large stony outcropping, perching there like some winged lord overlooking its domain.
Vhibishasa says, "If Ravana had thought it would do a lick of good he would have banned hunting rocs long ago. But yes, we know better now. Especially since conducting such hunts would, again, violate our oath."
Norris uhs at the large bird. "He aint takin umbrage t' use being in th' garden, is 'e?" He thingks about that. "Or she? Caint really tell th' difference in birds."
Jareth murmurs in awe, "They're mortal?"
Mikal is not particularly worried about being hunted just now, since they were all near or under the underbrush. She does, however, keep a careful ear out for it to take off again. Curiously she says to Vhibashasa, "Why would it violate your oath, please?"
Vhibishasa says, "Too great a distraction. You see the size of it; too many braves would be wasting their time trying to take down a roc, braves which we could be using in defense or offense against the angels."
To jareth he shakes his head, "No, they are not mortal. They are creatures of the Dreamtime." He pauses. "Why do you ask, Cat?"
Jareth seems almost disappointed that the roc is not mortal. He smiles crookedly and says, "I thought that might be why you couldn't hunt them. It just seemed to me that any mortal that took that shape must be... must have an amazing mind."
Mikal grins at Norris, "Sure you can! In birds of prey the female is always larger and less strikingly colored. But short of asking it, or it trying to hunt us, I think there's no way to tell if it's upset or not. As far as I know it's not sapient, either. It may not be able to even see us, too. It's a day bird, not a night bird."
Norris head tilts. "Tell that t' th' roc. It's up, an about. If it's not a night bird, then sommat's got it ruffled."
Jareth says, "I think we woke it."
Mikal blinks at Norris, then says in slow puzzlement, "You mean... like the lightning blasts we were just throwing around, perhaps?" She nods to Jareth.
Vhibishasa makes a quiet sound. "I would be surprised if the sound carried as far as the redoubt, but up here... I am not surprised, it could have easily heard us."
Mikal turns and points at the big bird, adding, "Just look at it and you can see it's a day bird -- no big tufty ears like an owl, and it makes noise when flying. That's a raptor like design."
Norris nods. "Yew's th' expert."
Mikal studies the bird for a bit, her fists on her hips again, then turns to the others, "Not expert enough, unfortunately. I'd know what to expect if it were an Anzu Bird, but I don't know more than pretty much what I've shared with you about rocs. To be careful, I think we might want to stand watches."
Norris yuhs. "Smart thing t' do."
Mikal says, "Especially if rocs really are like other raptors... which mate for life." She grins at that, slipping her gorytus's strap over her shoulder and taking the bow in hand, "I'll walk first watch."
Mikal cheerfully adds to Jareth, "Let the poor man get some sleep tonight!" then slips off into the darkness with Raphael.
Vhibishasa does eventually go to get some rest for the hours before Dawn. The mortals in the group take turns in keeping watch -- something the roc seems to have the same mind to do. Though it's obvious the huge bird does not have night vision, every so often, the group can see the starlight glittering in the bird's eyes even from this great distance, though for the most part it sleeps with it's head tucked under a wing.
As Dawn comes casting brilliant illumination throughout the Dreamtime, banishing all the stars but for Polaris, the roc can be better seen, at least briefly. The vultures which inhabit the city greet the dawn in their own way, cackling cries echoing throughout the buildings, until with a tremendous screech, like their own but greatly magnified, the roc stretches forth it's neck and greets the Dawn itself. A moment later it spreads its great wings, and circles around the city slowly, descending to it's roost hidden amongst the buildings.
Mikal watches with alert fascination, marking as well as she can from this angle where it is the roc descends.
Mikal grins delightedly once it's out of sight, whispering in happy awe to herself, "A roc! Where there's a roc... might there also be an Anzu Bird somewhere?!"
Mikal nearly bounces through the little encampment to find the rakshasa, "Hi hi! Are you awake yet? Have you eaten? Can we go now?"
Vhibishasa says, "If there is one... it would be in any remaining cradles of that civilization. Which I believe is Babylon."
The raksasha is pulling himself away, drawing his legs into a half-lotus. "Give me but a few moments for morning meditations and to eat something, and I'll be ready, thank you."
Mikal beams at the rakshasa, "All right!" then happily heads off to explore a little and enjoy herself staying busy while she waits.
Mikal wonders excitedly if she can talk the others into visiting Babylon with her after this!
Norris is not as excited at Mikal...but he is glad, at least, that the roc is gone. He relaxes visibly as he starts cleaning up their campsite with Mikal.
The mention of Babylon makes Jareth oddly uneasy, though the name of the city seems very familiar to him.
Mikal hugs Jareth at one point, cheerfully asking -- does he feel comfortable with a vajra now?
Jareth grins down at Mikal, eyes twinkling. After what he knows about the symbolism of the vajra, that question is quite amusing to him. "I feel like I could at least hit the broadside of a barn."
Mikal giggles delightedly as she can tell, by Jareth's reaction, that he caught her teasing pun. She happily hugs him again, adding, "Well, they say practice makes perfect!" She has to resist the urge to skip away giggling -- instead she tries to look solemn, "Let me know if you need volunteers, of course."
Jareth tries not to grin, but it doesn't work. He laughs and kisses Mikal's temple, murmuring, "Perhaps next time we have to rest a day." The teasing has washed away a little of his uneasiness about Babylon.
Norris had been present for the explanation, but misses the significance now, just chalking up the commentary to friendliness.
Mikal beams sunnily at that sort-of-a-promise! Being with Jareth that way has been making her feel increasingly enthusiastic after each time.
Jareth turns to Norris, grinning, "Ready to push on, Bear?"
Norris nods. "yuh. All cleaned up, promise. No need fer unquiet spirits t' be chasin' us down."
Shortly Vhibishasa is all ready, shouldering his satchel and set to go. He leads the group to the side of the mountaintop opposite the mirror, and within a few minutes he has found the narrow, rough path that leads down from the mountain to where Ankor Wat should be. "This will probably take a day or two," he says, starting to pick his way down the path. "It would be easy to hurt one's self if one took this path too quickly."
Jareth says, "Then we'll definitely have to give you time to rest on the way down."
Mikal nods gravely, murmuring, "Good idea," as she carefully pads along down the trail.
Several hours pass in the walking; it is not entirely unpleasant, as they pass through what seem to be a few cloud layers, but the going certainly doesn't become easier, as Vhibishasa said.
It is a few hours past noon, as they pass through a cloud/fog bank and find themselves suddenly on level ground. The fog remains thick, limiting visibility, but they can see that the trail has more or less stopped at this level place. Vhibishasa seems surprised. "I hadn't expected this..."
Mikal whispers softly to Raphael, [Can you scent where the trail should be? Is this an illusion, Raph?]
Norris's brow knits. He's never heard of a case where a trail goes missing.
Raphael circles around, and lets Mikal know that, no, this isn't an illusion, and he's not quite sure where the trail is. He does note that he smells what seems to be some kind of incense from further along the plateau, antimirrorward and away from the slope of the mountain.
Mikal murmurs that information quietly to the others, then glances at the rakshasa, "Could the incense be angels?"
Vhibishasa shakes his head, "Depends on the incense, but not usually. Flying and censers don't normally go well together, and they prefer mobility."
Mikal gives the rakshasa a thoroughly confused look -- then realizes he must have a different shape in mind than she does, in regards to censers. She glances around, then says softly, "Well, might as well keep going then. We should stick close, though -- easy to get lost in fog."
Norris's brow knits. "Kin we keep goin wi' no trail? Aint taht dangerous?"
Mikal says, "I thought perhaps head for the incense, and see if they know where to go. After all, if Vibhashasa thought rocs were extinct but we saw one, then maybe Angkor Wat isn't as ruined as Ravana Lord thought?"
Norris hmms. "Well, that help fer direction...but what about th' mountain itself? Mebbe we shoul be tying rope t' each other, just t' be careful."
Mikal nods and pauses to pull rope out of her pack. A few minutes later they're all roped together, even Raphael. He looks disgusted, but put up with Mikal knotting a careful figure 8 around his chest and heavy neck -- enough to support him if necessary.
After a few minutes of walking towards the incense, the fog begins to clear, and they come to what looks like a deep depression in the plateau floor, and the hint of shingled roofs visible through the fog. Wooden beams and buttresses painted dark red are just barely visible. The incense is faint and just barely noticable.
Norris makes sure the knot is secure around him...he's the strongest and the heaviest. And he'd carry all his friends in need be, even Raph. He does take a moment to assure the wolf that it's important, though.
Mikal pauses to study the architecture thoughtfully... then she whispers to the others, "I think we should untie now we're down on the plateau floor. We should be prepared to defend ourselves if necessary, after all. Also, Raphael, can you lead us to where the incese is coming from?"
Raphael whuffs affirmatively.
Mikal coils her rope back up into her backpack once they're all free again. She takes her bow in hand, rests the other hand on Raphael's heavy mane, and whispers to the others, "Stay close! Let's go see if they're friendly or not."
Norris unslings his mace: he left his hammer with the horses, being that he doesn't have a good method for carrying both heavy weapons on his person. He's strong, but two-handed weapons are large and clumsy. "Y'd think if there's was fightin, we'd be hearin it."
Mikal gives Norris a confused look, "Yes, of course. Um... so? I meant friendly to us!"
Norris says, "What ah mean is, they said there was fightin' on this side o' the mountain. Maybe th' distraction Ravana promised wuz real successful."
Mikal says, "Ah!" She frowns thoughtfully, glancing around the little settlement and murmuring, "That's a very good point!" She gently nudges Raphael to lead the way, and heads on down.
Norris smiles. "Ah haz those, sometime." he murmurs, not really for Mikal to hear, as he lets Jareth and the rakshasa go ahead, bringing up the rear.
The group draws closer to the settlement, being lead by Raphael's nose. As they draw closer, it's really appearing to be not so much a settlement as a small temple complex. The buildings are all open-air, in styles similar to what they saw higher on Mount Meru, but there are no plethoras of statues of gods here. Rather, much of what appears to be the main temple building is dominated by a large bronze statue of a somewhat corpulent, but pleasant-looking, man sitting lotus-style, hand upraised in beckoning or gesturing. The incense appears to be coming from a pair of charcoal braziers set to either side of the statue.
A brief glance around shows that the other buildings are not entirely unlike this one, though none have similar statuary. All seem to have sliding partitions or walls, but they are currently open to allow air and light in.
Mikal glances at the rakshasa, "Who's the temple dedicated to, please? Is that Buddha?" To Raphael she murmurs, "Can you scent any people here?"
Raphael circles around slowly, but he does not scent any others.
Vhibishasa nods cautiously. "I... believe so. Gautama Buddha was said to have had good relations with the gods of Sumaru."
Mikal tucks the bow away, then folds her arms and stares at the statue and the burning incense. "All right, this doesn't make sense. How can the incense be burning with no one here to light it? Is this deific interference, perhaps?" She frowns thoughtfully, considering... then decides it cannot hurt to pay respects. She collects a few sweet-smelling flowers, then goes and bows politely three times to the large statue, "He whom I believe to be Buddha, please accept our respects and allow us to pass unmolested through your realm." She lays the flowers at the feet of the statue, then sits down and murmurs a few prayers for the group to remain hidden from the angels, and to find Angkor Wat soon.
Jareth silently follows Mikal's lead, wishing rather confusingly that he had rice as well.
Vhibishasa says, in answer to Mikal's rhetorical question, "The Buddha was not believed to be a deity, so godly intervention is probably not likely...."
Norris hnhs. "Doesn't appear t' be anything fer us t' find, here. Less sommat thinks there's secret maps t' Angkor Wat, here..."
Norris says, "Not sure iffn searching wouldn't be taken as an affront, tho. By...sommat."
Mikal nods to the rakshasa, then smiles at Norris, "My guess -- and it's just a guess -- is that if we're polite and tidy, and are out of here by nightfall, there shouldn't be any problem. Shall we search?"
Norris considers. "Wal, iffn yew say so, then ah guess we could." he agrees.
The group spends about an hour searching throughout the settlement. It appears that the building with the statue is the main structure, with the others being quarters or storage or, in one case, a communal dining hall. Several of the buildings, though, appear to be quite securely closed; the sliding partitions seem to have been sealed somehow, probably by simple nails; opening them would require breaking the walls. There appears to have been gardens here once, as well, but they appear to be shadows of their former selves simply due to neglect. The fog makes for a preternatural stillness here.
The group as a whole seems, at the same time (except for Vhibishasa) to have noticed that there is a distinct lack of iconography besides that single statue sitting upon a throne; they also notice that the statue and the throne are not a single piece, as most sculptors might make it.
Raphael is the one who notices that there is another shrine, in a rather remote corner of the compound and overgrown with brush and weeds. It appears to be a shrine to a god of some sort, though there are icons of other beings surrounding the main, central figure who appears quite human and seated upon a seat. Mikal identifies one of the icons as being Ereshkigal.
Mikal's eyes are wide with excitement when Raphael reports the little shrine, and she immediately starts clearing away the underbrush so she can see it better. "Who do you suppose the central statue is? Let's take a good look!"
Norris, himself, is more focused on the statue and throne. His recent honoring to metal and the creations using it, makes him curious to know why it was made so.
At some point it occurs to Mikal that she could try to simply sense any minds present. She stands in the middle of the buildings and casts out her senses. A few heartbeats later she frowns slightly... she seems to sense the mind of an intelligent being, but it seems... oddly elusive. She can't seem to pin it down, so she whispers to Raphael to cover her, and moves slowly around the clearing, trying to cross-reference to locate where it is exactly.
Jareth can't feel a thing when he reaches out with the non-physical senses he's beginning to feel more comfortable with.
Jareth moves to the shrine and blinks at a familiar face, reaching up to trace the features of the Throne of Death. He murmurs, "Raven..."
Mikal frowns perplexedly -- she thinks she can sense it now, actually! It's moving around somewhat, but she's slowly managing to zero in on it near the front of the statue. She whispers mentally to Raphael, warning him there seems to be an invisible thing dodging them. Can he either scent it, or help her drive it into a corner?
Raphael sniffs, and grumpily notes that he can't smell the thing at all.
The impression that Mikal is getting, however, seems to be slowing down a bit, as if knowing it's being tracked. Thus it comes to no surprise to Mikal at all when as she's looking around, she spots a wizened old man, with long beard and wearing silk robes, standing there, hands clasped before him in his robe sleeves. He bows politely. "My apologies for not introducing myself earlier," he says softly yet pelasantly.
Mikal blinks, her eyes widening as she involuntarily takes a step back. A bit breathlessly she says, "Er... uh, that's all right?!" She stares for a moment, then realizes what she's doing and flushes, dropping her gaze as she adds, "I, uh, y-you, I m-mean, um... er... wh-who are you, please?"
Jareth raises his head and turns to move back toward Mikal. He doesn't like leaving her alone with strangers.
The man smiles quietly. "My name is Namuche. I welcome you to this little shrine. Who are you, please?"
Mikal says, "I, um, I'm Mikal and that's Ra- uhh..." She pauses, wondering a bit, then slowly adds, "I... sometimes I'm Ninshubur."
Norris was already on his way when he saw Mikal with the strange man. He was a little dissapointed, having no mystery to solve. But, sometimes a bronze statue is just a bronze statue. He closes on them, making no bones about his heavy footfalls warning them of his approach.
The old man says, "Indeed? That is a name that is known to me. Be welcome here, vizier of Inanna."
Vhibishasa has also arrived at Mikal's area, having heard the man identify himself. He arches a brow at the man's name, but does not otherwise react immediately. Namuche appears to be mortal.
Mikal bows politely, not recognizing the name, "Thank you. Can you tell us of this place?" As her friends arrive she adds, "Oh! That is Bear, and there is Cat. That's Wolf over there, and, um..." She's suddenly embarrassed, realizing she messed up, and she adds sheepishly, "I, uh, I usually go by R-rabbit..."
Jareth unobtrusively slips an arm around Mikal's waist as he bows to the wizened man, murmuring his own greeting.
Mikal relaxes a bit, smiling up at Jareth and leaning a bit against him.
Norris nods to the man as he stands with his pack, letting his solemn silence do all the talking for him. So to speak.
"This is but a humble shrine to the Buddha, Siddhartha Gautama, the bhodisattva who leads mortals out of the locks of the cycle of reincarnation. It has been a long time since there have been visitors here; if you do not know this place, is it safe to say you did not seek it out and came upon it by happenstance?"
Jareth smiles, "Only if it's not Ankor Wat was it by chance."
Norris considers. "Wasn't completely happenstance, since we did, yannow, follow th' incence here."
Namuche laughs kindly. "No, this is not Ankor Wat. I am sorry. This place... has no name.
"But come; I am being a poor host. As mortals you do not need to eat, but your sceptre friend does, and it is a pleasant enough way to exchange stories. Will you join me?"
Mikal glances inquiringly at their guide.
Jareth's eyes light up at the word stories and he grins, "We would be happy to exchange stories with you."
Vhibishasa looks consideringly for a moment, then shrugs. "I see no harm in it for the time being."
Norris nods agreeably. "Sounds lak th' thing t' do, then."
Mikal smiles at the little man, murmuring, "Thank you. Did you light the incense?"
Namuche is walking -- slowly -- towards the communal dining hall. "Yes; I tend the shrine as best as I can."
Mikal follows Jareth; her voice is quiet and curious, "Why did you close off some of the buildings, honored Namuche?"
"There is no need for them; I am here on my own, and it is easier to tend what I can when there is less of it. You doubtless saw the garden-work; I fear I was never horticulturally inclined."
Mikal says, "Ah. Um... did you know about the shrine to death off in the corner?"
Namuche doesn't even break stride. "Ah, yes. Another example of my failure to properly tend these grounds, I fear."
Jareth finds the words, "I'd be happy to clear the weeds away." coming out of his mouth, surprising him.
Mikal nods slowly, her eyes drifting that way despite herself. She follows for a bit more, then stands on tiptoe to whisper to Jareth -- since she doesn't need to eat, she's going to finish cleaning up the little shrine, okay? She'll be in, in just a little bit.
Jareth pauses and looks a little torn and says, "We should follow the rules of hospitality just a little, mon lapin. Then you and I can work at the shrine together, please?"
Mikal blinks disappointedly up at Jareth, "I thought... I thought it would be courteous to help out here, while you guys were having some tea?"
Jareth smiles and murmurs, "I know, love... but... I'd really like to do that with you."
Mikal nods silently. Her gaze flicks a little longingly towards the shrine, then back to Jareth. "D-do I... have to go inside? Can I sit on the p-porch, maybe?"
Jareth kisses Mikal's forehead and says, "Let's ask our host."
Mikal nods silently again, following Jareth. Her mental whisper to Raphael is a bit disappointed, [No fair... you get to stay outside.]
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